Would You Like Some Queso with That?

Some people wake up with teddy bears in their arms.

Some people have to have their special blankets or pillows.

I apparently have to have a tortilla.

Yes. That's right, folks. A flour tortilla.

Who knows? When I woke up this morning to my alarm, I felt that I was grasping something flat, round-ish, and grainy. I don't usually hold any stuffed animals when I go to sleep, so I was a little surprised that I was clutching anything at all.

So imagine my surprise when I rolled over to see what I was holding: a half-eaten flour tortilla.

Huh? When? What? I certainly didn't remember getting up to still those hunger pangs in the middle of the night, and I really didn't remember opening up the fridge to gaze longingly at the stash of leftover tortillas from lifegroup. And who knows when I actually ate that thing? I didn't even get the satisfaction of tasting my midnight snack.

Clearly I was sleepwalking.

Oh, well. As my friend says, maybe the next time I sleepwalk I'll advance to adding chicken and cheese to my tortilla to make a taco.